JACQUELINE

"Jackie, for the love of everything holy, hurry up! The guests are already at the venue and Mom is about to blow my phone up with the fiftieth call within one hour!"

Rissa’s voice cut through the quiet of my bedroom like a siren.

I didn't even have to look at the doorway to know she was already standing there. Her designer heel was tapping impatiently against the hardwood, her face a mask of pure irritation.

We were supposed to be leaving for The Hudson, one of those overly polished and fancy restaurants where the napkins probably cost more than my weekly groceries. The occasion? Well, it was a...